Chapter 33: The Punishment Decision
Part 1: Bayamon's Punishment by Lord Butch
Within the Guest Hall-Wing, the hallway is very quiet. Within the silence, there are two guards that are standing guard in one of the guests' quarters as they are ordered. Trying to ignore the conversation that is within the room, that they are guarding for the night.
Within the guest quarters, Lord Butch is still fuming with anger as his son, Bayamon is sitting on a chair. Across from him. "What are you thinking Bayamon?" Lord Butch asked, "Framing one of the guardians or bodyguards, and attempting to rape the princess? And attacking your brother, have you gone mad and become fallen?"
"It was for a necessary cause," Bayamon answered.
"A necessary cause?" Lord Butch echoed. "A necessary cause! Do you have any idea of the crime that you have committed?" Bayamon remains silent. "The action that you severely succeeded, you have given me an embarrassment to the kingdom and the Lands of Heaven. And attacking the princess for ambition needs, you could have caused us and the Kingdom of Heaven a Civil War!"
"What?" Bayamon jumped from his seat, "Impossible!"
"Exactly," Lord Butch spoke. "It was forbidden to us to attack one another. Our job is to guide, not to attack and cause deception. And now, find out what you have done. It has begun to cross the line."
"You can't judge me of how I was raised or what my decision has made," Bayamon spoke. "I have done all of this to be recognized, for our name, for our..."
"For our what?" Lord Butch spoke, "For luxury, that is a sin and you know that. I've taught you and your brother better than that. And it had seemed that you didn't listen. Only your brother had."
"Whatever," Bayamon angrily shrugged. "It isn't like that the king would do anything to me. He doesn't have the power to remove me from grace. Only the Heiress of Heaven has that type of power."
"That's true," Lord Butch nodded. "But only the words have it, she needs to have proper permission by either Secret Father or the Council to allow her to perform the such deed."
"Secret Father is dead!" Bayamon spoke, "He isn't real!"
In shock, Lord Butch had never seen the side of his son speaking such words. "I see," With heartache, he nearly turns away from his son. "Then you have left me with no choice but to do your punishment by me. So, you would be able to carry out two punishments for your crime."
"What?" Bayamon jumped.
"From this day forward," Lord Butch spoke. "I; Butch, the Duke of Lemaire-South. I no longer give you the crown of our Noble Family of Lemaire-South and you will also no longer carry out our family legacy's name. All of that would go to your brother if he ever pulls through his condition."
"You're making me a peasant?" Bayamon growled, "But...no one will ever respect me to that name."
"That's how it is done," Lord Butch spoke. "You may be my son, but you must face the consequences of what you have done. You will live with the servants of our households, so you could learn how to be prepared for your future on your own."
"I hate you!" Bayamon yelled in hatred.
"If that's how you wish, so let it be." Lord Butch tried to hide his tears as he turns away from his son.
Bayamon clutches his fits, as his eyes and face are full of rage. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening and someone entering the room.
As both Bayamon and Lord Butch turned to the door, seeing Lady Lavender entering the room. "Lavender," Lord Butch spoke.
"Good husband," Lady Lavender spoke. "I have excellent news."
"What is it?" Lord Butch asked.
"It's De' Montrae," Lady Lavender spoke. "He will live, wingless yes. He will still have his Celestial powers and he has been redeemed."
"Redeemed?" Lord Butch nearly mumbled.
"Yes," Lady Lavender nodded. "With his redemption, the princess has rewarded him with her blessing of their marriage."
"She has?" Lord Butch smiled.
"Indeed, she has." Lady Lavender nodded with a gentle smile.
Bayamon chuckled, "I see that De' Montrae has finally got to be king now." Chuckles darkly, "Lucky misfit."
"No Bayamon," Lord Butch shook his head. "You misunderstood."
"What?" Bayamon narrowed his eyes.
"It wasn't Twilight who gave your brother the blessing," Lady Lavender spoke. "It is Princess Violet."
"Are you telling me, that he is marrying the second heiress in line for the throne?" Bayamon grumbled as he pouts, "Party pooper."
"Uh, no." Lady Lavender shook, "He is not."
"Then why are you...?" All at once, Bayamon has finally realized that De' Montrae has always been so caring, joyful, protective, passionate, and compassionate whenever he is around the woman that he is hanging around back that their estate. "No. That...that woman...you mean...that De' Montrae has chosen that low-rate Celestial Being to be his wife?"
"Watch your tone, boy." Lord Butch groaned at his son.
"She has no name, no title," Bayamon spoke cruelly. "How can my pathetic so-called brother choose a such..."
"Enough!" Lord Butch shouted.
Bayamon jumped.
"It doesn't matter whether she has a title or not," Lord Butch spoke. "What matter is that your brother is going to marry a woman that he really loves and cares about the most."
"Love is nothing but an illusion," Bayamon spoke. "It is nothing but lies and fake, that's why I like to be alone."
"It that's how you feel," Lord Butch spoke. "Then you will be a lonely Celestial Being for your own future then," then he turned to his wife. "Come, love, let's retire for the night."
"Yes, my love." Lady Lavender nodded as she and Lord Butch began to leave the room.
"We will talk further in the morning, my son." Lord Butch spoke, "But don't let me start to think or regret about not claiming you as my son. If you keep on doing this behavior either well or not," then both Lord Butch and Lady Lavender fully left the room.
As they left, Bayamon is now alone. "Don't count on it," Bayamon spoke. "Because you were never my father, to begin with." Bayamon stayed on the chair before he too turns in for the night.